You know that saying, “It just keeps getting better and better?” That’s how I feel about life as Bridget’s mom. It was no secret for anyone who had ears and spent time around us when Bridget was a baby that she cried. A lot. For any reason. From the moments even before she entered this world, she’s shown that she’s as stubborn as a mule. But, she also has such a sweet and loving nature to her, above all, and it continues to shine through as she grows up.
Two has been good to us so far, and brought lots of laughter, hugs, and everyday moments that I never want to forget. Here is a random selection of recent Bridget-isms:
For an unknown reason, she calls the car air conditioner a microwave, so when we get in a hot car, she says, “Turn on the wave.” As much as I want to correct her so she doesn’t go around telling people we put her in the microwave, it’s just too cute and I want to hold onto it a little bit longer until it’s totally unacceptable for a child of her age to say such a thing.
She.is.obsessed.with.the.movie.Frozen. I’ve learned that this is not uncommon for any girl under the age of 10, but since Bridget hasn’t shown much interest in TV or movies to date, this is a first for us. She’s always asking to watch it, singing “Let it Go” horribly out of tune, and she absolutely adores her Frozen blanket that we bought on vacation. In fact, she carries around two quarters and a nickel she found in the cup holder of my car, and when I asked her what she’s going to do with her riches, she answers, “buy mommy and daddy a Frozen blanket.” Melt my heart, kid.
Bridget is a big fan of taking her Flintstone’s “Witamins.” It’s the highlight of her mornings, and if I didn’t have a good memory, she’d try and sneak in a few more throughout the day.
If you ask her to do something or go somewhere, there’s a 99% chance that she will respond in either of the following ways: “two minutes,” or “soon though.” These must be pick-ups from daycare, and occasionally I find them irritating, but most of time, they just make me smile.
She’s officially in her second session of dance class and could not be more excited. Sometimes we are lucky enough to see her dance moves. And for another unknown reason, music is called “gobble,” so if she doesn’t like the song of choice, she’ll ask us to find another gobble. It’s true: kids say the darnedest things.
Bubbles and sidewalk chalk are summertime activity favorites. We are hard pressed to make it through the garage without a quick pit stop to draw a circle.
Our “I love you” exchanges are my favorite. For instance, this morning when hugging goodbye for work:
“I love you so so much, Mommy.”
“I love you more, Bridget bear.”
“I love you most.”
She’s still quite the collector, from rocks, coins, and sea shells, to sticks, mulch, and flowers (including the few good ones I haven’t yet killed in my plants). It’s been her thing since she was a baby. I wonder what she’ll collect in her older days?
Puzzle games on my phone are a treat we allow every now and then. She can’t get enough…and so I see where the techno-battle begins.
We just recently returned from family vacation. There were enough memories made for its own post, but I’ll share one of the funnier ones. At the water park, just before lunchtime, Bridget was in the midst of a meltdown. We were heading to lunch with the family and Bridget’s BFF, her cousin, Morgan, was out of sight. When Bridget asked where she was, through sobs, she said, “I wanna eat Morgan.” She’s still learning to put those sentences together, and sometimes misses those key words.
Here are some pictures from summer: